Running from Trump and Jong.
So, as the USA and North Korea saddle up for a jousting tournament of possibly nightmarish proportions, albeit with only one possible clear winner, we must somehow continue on with our daily lives as if all this were normal. Right-ho, yes of course. This is about as normal as finding a clean empty seat on the peak hour train during a bus strike.
But, let's attempt to divert my mind from such matters for a short moment, at least. Something that has become worryingly normal is my seeming ability to pump out better, stronger, faster runs nearly each time I step into the running shoes just at the moment. Another ripper run today saw a further 13.5km go in the running log and left me wondering where the next bad run is going to come from. I'm not used to this constant string of successful outings, and it seems to me almost as if that stinker of a run; you know, the one that destroys all motivation and enthusiasm in one fell swoop, has vanished from the scene. Perhaps it's lurking just around the corner, luring me into a false sense of security, I don't know. It's true that I'm pushing myself just a little harder than perhaps I should, and risking over-doing it somewhat, but everything has been going so well that I feel I can do so.
Well, more likely it's just perfectly normal paranoia on my part, so I'll press on for now, but I shall pay particular attention to any squeaks or rattles that come from odd places in the body ... no, wait, that's the car. I'll pay particular attention to any aches or pains that pop up unexpectedly about my anatomy, but thus far all is quiet on the injury front ... touch wood.
I am approaching 100km for the month already, and the runs are harder and faster now, so I am regaining some of my form from a couple of years back. Where it leads, we shall see.
April May be alright.
